i shower in the gray silence of
an autumn afternoon...
Screams are all I can offer
as the world ceases...
I'm an early bird
who decided to hit the hay...
there is no going back,
her voice echoed...
His plan was to drown me in crimson,
in the name of a consecrated deity...
They do not know
how ignorant they are...
Why do I miss you so
even though we're close at heart...
All the truth
is hidden in the moments of a bird silence...
I'm sorry,
I couldn't keep...
Couldn't you stay away ? Don't write my
Obituary yet for I'm not ready to die; I'm 32...
Can't hear your voice, but
Vibrations ripple through me...
Trigger warning: eating disorder...